Guest post: Koneko Rikishi
By now, you are probably aware that our daisukina (dearest) Development Director is a sumo aficionado. I am too, but I can more accurately be described as a screaming, crazed fan than an aficionado.
By now, you are probably aware that our daisukina (dearest) Development Director is a sumo aficionado. I am too, but I can more accurately be described as a screaming, crazed fan than an aficionado.
I am generally of the opinion that it’s best to be the sea. But sometimes, you gotta be the creature.
Editor’s note: Oh, kittens, are you in for a scrumptious surprise today. None less than Rocket‘s eminent adopter, Kelley, has joined the Tabby’s Place family of volunteers. Today, she’s set her sights and her soaring literary gifts on one Bosco Rosenberg. From this day forward, I aspire to live in Bosco time. I think you […]
It has come to my attention that certain individuals believe in the existence of excessive levity. None of these individuals happen to be cats.
Explosive events in the 20th century gave us the pop-culture notion of the nuclear option. That is to say that sometimes our old ways, our old ideas, our old just about everything needs to be blown to bits to make way for something new and, hopefully, better.
Tabby’s Place maintains a variety of “behavior logs.” If you are a cat, these are not the place you want to be. No, that’s not right. If you are a cat, these are exactly where you aspire to be.
I would hereby like to wish you an ordinary day. I have hereby bestowed you with a colossal blessing.
It seems likely that even our most sheltered readers (yes, humans need shelter too!) have at least a smidgen of Spanish words en su volcabulario…ahem..in their vocabulary. Considering the vast swaths of the western hemisphere that consist of Spanish-speaking nations, it would be surprising if that weren’t the case. Piñata might be the most fun […]
Smiling helps us get to the bottom of things. Smiling helps us to deal with the things at the bottom. Smiling carries us in warm, strong arms to the sun-kissed surface.
I wish I could tell you why people get mean when they’re really just scared. I wish I could tell you why they don’t write more songs about the smell of thunderstorms. I wish I could tell you why I don’t “get” avocado; no, not even in the form of guac; yes, I have tried […]